the rain falls soft and soaks the soil
outside we watch the clouds go by
the pearly stretch that we call sky
next door we see the builders toil
the distant wisps of moist air roil
not even vultures want to fly
the distant green at peace will lie
nothing the calm beauty will spoil
so here and there we think of strife
on the phone i counsel an even strain
calm must prevail despite all jars
these are the perfect times of life
between the pleasure and the pain
when distant are the crimes and wars
11 April 2007
a spring wednesday
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